I spent last night in the hospital thanks to cervical pain, intense contractions and my lovely incontinence. Yes, I had a little bout of false labor. Luckily, it was false.
I say "luckily" because our little dry run made me realize just how ill-prepared I am to welcome this child who is coming in short order whether I make it to full-term or not (9 days and counting).
I did not handle myself well at all. R tried to get me to pack. I refused. R tried to get me to pack for Sam. I refused. R tried to get me to deal with anything like an adult. I refused. I am not in any way ready to have this baby. I need at least another week and a half, preferably a bit longer. I still have mucho work to get done and stuff to do to prep for his arrival.
Even more so, I am not ready to say goodbye to our life the way it is. Not yet.
After getting thoroughly checked, I was sent home with the knowledge that I have started to dilate and efface. It is nothing to be alarmed about, she said. But I am inching closer to the finish line as I was "high, tight and closed" just last week. I think he may be an early bird.
The next couple days are non-workout days according to my midwife. Then I can resume running, etc. There is much to be done to prep for this little guy's arrival and it seems like it will be sooner than later.
G-d help us.